A/N: I'm back had a great time in New York. Anyway back to the story, will be updating regularly from now on. Spitfire47

Everyone just stared at me as if I had materialized into the room. The tension was so heavy that it felt fragile, that if I or anyone spoke a word it would shatter into a million pieces. I could feel eyes on me but I ignored them, they were not what I was here for. I didn't risk being caught by walking down a heated road for them – no I did it for the person to my left.

"Hello Teddy," I repeated. The man who had protected me all those years had no words to say. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth moved but no words expelled.

"It's okay," I whispered and Teddy expression formed into the same one he had displayed a long time ago when I was stabbed.

"How did you manage to escape?" C-note demanded. There it was – the words that shattered the tension.

I wasn't sure on how to tell them, I didn't want to give away too many details as Teddy was now narrowing in on me. So I explained that I literally walked out the front door disguised as a doctor.

"And no one stopped you?" Sucre asked amazed.

I nodded. "No one."

I didn't dare look at Teddy who was already guessing that I was lying. He possibly thought that I had help, which I did, especially in the condition that I was in. Cracked ribs, major concussion yeah it wasn't pretty but I didn't want to tell the other guys that I had an up close and personal encounter with David's sister Brooke. I noticed Lincoln whisper something to Michael who turned his head away and then started to walk up to me. Teddy immediately rose to his feet too sending Michael a warning but it didn't faze the older man's decision.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I didn't blame him for leaving me there. I was a burden after all. I could just imagine Michael dragging my blood-soaked body half a mile along with Sucre. At least they didn't leave me on the tracks. I wanted to say that it wasn't his fault, that I was glad that he at least tried instead of just leaving me back at the van but I took notice of Teddy's expression and I swallowed.

"Don't mention it," I said.

"I-."

"Don't mention it." I had to use a bit of force to get the message across to Michael and when he received the message to shut up – he did. I turned back to Teddy who gave me the smallest of nods in approval and my heart leapt.

I don't know why, but I still had the need to make Teddy feel appreciative of me. I still wanted him to nod when I did something right or pat me on the back when I did something excellent. But I knew that nothing would be the same with him, my feelings for him were still there but then there was the other part of my brain wanting for me to scream, shout and hit Teddy as hard as I could with items in my vicinity.

I didn't know how it harboured in my mind, but there it was. My conscious hating me for wanting scraps of affection from him. I could sometimes hear the names of the words that I sometimes felt like calling Teddy but could never sum up the courage to say.

"We're almost done here," Michael said to everyone getting them back on track.

"Then what?" Sucre asked.

"Then we take the money and run." Michael turned to Sucre. "Guard the woman and the cop, make sure that they don't escape."

Woman and cop? I wondered. I raised an eyebrow at Michael who shook his head not wanting me to ask. We continued to dig for sometime, it was sort of like PI all over again except this time it was in the real world and money was involved.

"A little help down here would be appreciated," C-note growled particularly in Teddy's direction.

Here we go again, I thought and rose to my feet. Whenever Teddy was called on, unless it was something personal or serious, he would usually send me in to do the dirty work. But this time Teddy rose to his feet and pressed his hand against my chest to stop me.

"Maybe if you shut that dirty trap of yours then we'll be able to do things a little faster."

Wrong move. That sent C-note off like a bomb and within seconds he was out of the hole and before I knew it Teddy was sprawling in the dirty. He gritted his teeth in pain as he landed on his still freshly sewn hand,

"You son of a bitch!" I shouted and punched C-note in the face sending him falling to the ground. But he immediately got back up and tackled me to the jagged cement. As soon as my back connected with the cement I saw stars, pain shot up my spine and spread through my body. I tried to get breath but none came and it must have shown on my face as C-note's anger immediately turned into terror and fear. My still bruised lung made me tilt involuntarily to the side and my bruised ribs didn't help either. My heart hammered in my chest as I gasped for the precious air around me.

Michael and Lincoln both hauled me harshly to my feet and propped me up against the wall. I could see Michael mouth my name but I couldn't hear the sound. I looked past them both and noticed that Teddy was up and already attacking C-note with noted fury. Lincoln easily dragged Teddy off C-note by grabbing his right wrist and pulling. Teddy fell to the ground and cradled his wounded hand close against his stomach.

Slowly but surely sound started to return. At first it was distant but it got louder and louder until it was normal again.

"Okay okay!" I shouted back at Michael. "I'm fine."

I slowly got to my feet and steadied myself. I looked over at Teddy who had somehow managed to prop himself back up onto the chair he was previously seated in. Sucre then appeared in the door and said, "What the hell was all that?"

Michael did a summary for Sucre who then replied that nothing had really changed.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked turning on me.

I nodded.

"Guys?" Sucre interrupted.

Michael turned to Sucre who nodded over to the hole in the garage. Everyone got up and moved towards the hole, at first I didn't know what everyone was looking at but I blinked a few times and I saw what everyone was gawking at. In the centre of the hole, there was a wooden crate. A wooden crate that held the five million dollars: we had finally found the money.